Chapter 664

"Thank you for sending me back, Mr. Strong. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"No, no, no. It's my honor to send you back, Ms. Portman. I wish you and Mr. Kewell a better collaboration."

After watching the taxi leave, Natalie put away her smile. A haze flashed in her eyes, and she sighed softly. Then, she turned around and entered her home.

"Dear, you're back?" As soon as she opened the door, she heard her mother's voice. She stood in the living room and looked at her with a smile. Apparently, she had long noticed the taxi outside and her daughter who came back in the taxi.

"Hi, mom, it looks like your work is done? And it went smoothly, and it meets your requirements, right? "Natalie responded with a smile.

"Of course." Sheila walked over and patted her daughter's head. Then, she looked outside. "What about you? You seem to be familiar with the driver? "

"He's a fan of mine. We had a good chat, and I even signed his autograph." Natalie stuck out her tongue. "Your daughter is very outstanding, Ms. Sheila. She can meet her fans everywhere she goes."

"Yes, of course." Sheila hugged her daughter. "My Nada is the best."

After a pause, she suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, I called Emily's house before, and she said that you left not long after you arrived."

"Of course. You know, I'm rushing to finish my thesis, so I went to the library to look up some information. Mr. Charles said that if my thesis is rigorous, and there are experimental results to support it, it can be recommended to professional journals." Natalie answered very calmly. The expression on her face was also proud, and no other emotions could be seen.

"That's great. Your father will be very happy when the time comes. He is already very happy." Sheila said with a smile.

"Of course." Natalie sighed. "Thank you, mom."

"Huh?"

"Thank you for not telling him. Maybe he will be happier."

"Nada!"

"Well, I have to go back to my room to do my work. Remember to call me for dinner." After saying that, Natalie quickly slipped upstairs, leaving Shelly standing there, feeling both annoyed and amused.

Slamming the door, Natalie let out a long breath. She took a few steps to her desk and found the thesis. Then, she sat down and began to repeatedly verify and revise the materials. Adriaan was right. Although this thesis was worthless, and at most, it could be published in professional journals. For an actress, it was enough.

There were very few college students in Hollywood, and there were even fewer top students from famous universities. There were very few top students from famous universities who had made achievements in other fields other than acting. Heidi Lamarr, the mother of CDMA technology, was the most accomplished actress outside of acting, but the movies she starred in could never get rid of the label of a "vase."

Since Natalie had chosen this path, she naturally wanted to walk a unique and unique path. She didn't want to be called the second Natalie. She only wanted another actress to be called "the second Natalie"! Therefore, the value of this paper to her did not lie in its usefulness to her profession, but in whether it could be published or not. Therefore, she could eliminate MIT. Harvard was her only choice! But …

The girl suddenly put down her pen, leaned back in her chair, and closed her eyes. Her brows were tightly knitted, and the feeling of annoyance came back to her again. She didn't know what to do. The scene from a few weeks ago was still haunting her.

"Hey, Natalie, have you slept with that miracle director?" A somewhat sharp voice rang in her ear. It was rude, and a little smug and self-righteous.

"What?" Natalie, who was sitting on a bench in the school's basketball court, looked up with a blank face, as if she didn't hear what the person said.

Ever since she had a physical relationship with Adriaan, she had been mentally preparing herself. This kind of sudden question wouldn't work. She didn't expect that it would be the cheerleader, Morrison Slater, who asked this question. After all, the two of them didn't have much interaction.

Natalie didn't have many good friends in high school. Although she had a few good relationships with them, they weren't close. First, she was a well-known actress, and second, she was very good at studying and was too smart. Yes, this was indeed the reason. People who were good at studying weren't very popular in American high schools, especially public high schools. Due to the trend of anti-intellectualism, people who were good at studying could be equated with nerds in the eyes of ordinary students.

But while Natalie was good at studying, she was also very smart. People who wanted to show off their superiority or play pranks in front of her were asking for trouble. Plus, she was a well-known actress, so she didn't care about being ostracized. Therefore, many girls would talk to her for a while, but they would keep a certain distance. Now that Morrison suddenly came to see her and asked this kind of question, it was really a little strange.

"Okay, Natalie, although our relationship isn't that good, I promise I won't tell anyone. In fact, it's not a big deal, right?" Morrison patted her on the shoulder and sat down next to her. At the same time, she waved her hand and asked her followers to sit down as well. Then she looked at Natalie with a smile, pretending to be curious, and asked mysteriously again, "Have you slept with the miracle director, Adrian Kewell?"

As the captain of the cheerleading team, Morrison naturally had a certain charm. Although her facial features were very ordinary, her figure was quite good, and she was also a good dancer. Of course, she also had all the bad habits of a cheerleader. She was arrogant, arrogant, supercilious, and led a group of followers to do whatever they wanted. She also had a hot relationship with the school's quarterback.

When Natalie had just entered the tenth grade, she had been stopped in the toilet by Natalie in the name of wanting to see the style of a movie star. However, Natalie had taken the initiative with a few words, using the topic of "how to control your diet properly to maintain your figure". The girls were a little fascinated by Natalie's words. When Morrison came back to her senses, she wanted to interrupt and reverse the situation, but it was already too late.

After witnessing what Natalie was capable of, Molison didn't bother her again. They didn't even have anything to do with each other. She still had some brains, and this situation continued until today.

"Why would I sleep with him?" Natalie looked puzzled.

"Oh?" Morrison narrowed her eyes and looked her up and down. Then she showed a playful expression. "Don't tell me you're still a virgin, Natalie."

"What are you trying to say, Morrison? If you want some gossip, I'm sorry, but you should buy a copy of World Weekly News instead of asking me. "Natalie shrugged.

"Well, I actually want to … Well, what I want to say is …" Morrison scratched her head. "Isn't this a common phenomenon in Hollywood?"

"A common phenomenon?" Natalie frowned, shook her head, and wanted to get up and leave. At first, she was a little worried that these guys might have heard some gossip and wanted to confirm it. But now it seemed that this was not the case, so there was no need for her to continue pestering them.

"Wait, I mean …" Morrison hurriedly stopped her. Then she waved to one of her followers, took a magazine from her hand, and flipped to a certain page before continuing, "It says here, if you encounter a difficult situation in Hollywood and want to open up a new situation, you might as well do something for the director or producer who has the right to decide, to make them happy and joyful …"

Natalie raised her eyebrows slightly. She kind of understood Morrison's idea. This cheerleader was about to graduate this year, and obviously, she wanted to seek greater development. So … anyway, it was not difficult for her. Last year, a new male student transferred to the school and quickly took the position of quarterback from the original one. Without saying a word, Morrison immediately dumped the original one and hooked up with the new one. The two were very unrestrained, and it was said that someone had seen them making love near the stadium at night.

A feeling of disgust arose spontaneously, but of course, she didn't show it. She just quietly turned over the magazine cover in the other party's hand, and then chuckled with a little disdain. "'Youth Reading Guide'? Can you believe the words in this kind of gossip magazine? "

"Why not? Some of the things in it are very exaggerated, but some of them are still very useful, "Morrison said with some dissatisfaction.

"Well, if you want to believe it, that's your business. The only advice I can give you is that if you want to go to Hollywood, you'd better find a capable agent," Natalie said as she stood up. "Excuse me."

She no longer paid attention to these girls and strode out of the stadium, but she could still hear their voices from afar.

"What's so great about her? She just made a few movies."

"She must have slept with Director Miracle or someone else. On the surface, she looks very conservative, but in private, she's just a whore!"

"Maybe Adriaan doesn't even like her. Wait and see, when I go to Hollywood and get to know those big shots, I'll definitely be more famous than her. I heard that Director Miracle is a playboy."

At first, Natalie's face was cold, and she was very angry at these intermittent words, but it didn't take long for her to calm down. Why should she lower herself to the level of these stupid women? It's just that some things, some things that were originally put aside and ignored, floated up and began to bother her.

If this matter was really exposed or was known by her parents, Natalie would not deny it. She believed that Adriaan would also not deny it. He was such a person, as if there was nothing in this world that could shock or frighten him, but …

Natalie opened her eyes, put her elbows on the desk, covered her mouth, and her face was gloomy. Of course, she knew Adriaan's reputation as a playboy, and those women who might have a relationship with him. She was not a fool. But if she didn't ask, Adriaan wouldn't say it. If Adriaan didn't say it, she wouldn't ask. She could ignore it before, but now she was afraid that she couldn't.

Rubbing her face with some annoyance, Natalie took a deep breath. Forget it, I'll wait a little longer. It's not a good time now. I'll wait for a while more. Maybe there will be a better choice.

Adriaan didn't know what was on Natalie's mind. Although he sensed that something was wrong in her heart, he still couldn't figure out what she was worried about and hesitated about. To be honest, he hated this kind of situation, this kind of uncontrollable situation, and … that ghostly feeling that something was wrong came up again.

Forget it, let's wait and see. It's impossible to figure it out by guessing. In the end, Adriaan also chose to put it aside.

Then, he went to his uncle's house and listened to his uncle's "teaching" as usual. Then he was complained by his aunt, because he didn't bring Lily.

"Victor doesn't even think about getting married, let alone having children. Lily is my only granddaughter now. Shouldn't you bring her to visit me more often?" Auntie said. Old people always liked children.

"Okay, aunt, I will bring her next time," Adriaan replied with a smile.

After going to his uncle's house, the next thing was the New York location of America's Top Model. Although this was the first season, there were many girls who came to participate. Generally speaking, there were high and low qualities, and it was up to the professionals to judge.

"I think No. 16 has more potential. Her sense of fashion is the most sensitive among the contestants. She is also very bold and not bashful. She didn't even hesitate when taking nude photos." This was Trump's judgment.

At this time, they were in the fitting room of a fashion magazine, and the contestants were choosing suitable clothes under the guidance of the fashion editors.

"It's hard to say. You know, although excellent quality is an essential condition for success, sometimes luck is also one of the factors that determine victory or defeat," Adriaan replied with a smile.

"Why do I feel that … your words mean something, Eide?" Trump raised his eyebrows.

"No, absolutely not. In fact, I think you did a very good job as a judge. You should have read the critics' comments on this show, right?" Adriaan patted him on the shoulder. "He pointed out the problems of the contestants mercilessly, warned them about the places to pay attention to, and comforted them in a humane way."

"Thank you, that's my style." Trump suddenly showed a proud look. As a man who liked to show off, he was very satisfied with these comments, not to mention that it greatly increased his exposure in front of the media.

"So, I think you can definitely stick to the bottom line and be a qualified judge," Adriaan added leisurely.

Trump was stunned, then shook his head with a smile. Adriaan's subtext was nothing more than telling him not to have any relationship with the candidates. Once it was exposed, it would not look good.

"He underestimated me." Trump waved his hand discontentedly. "Since I am a judge, how can I do anything out of line?"

But he immediately added, "Even if I do, I have a way to settle it, and it won't cause trouble for the show."

He had a smug look on his face, as expected of a man. However, this look was immediately changed because a familiar voice floated into his ears. "What are you talking about, Dad?"

"Hi, Yini, it's nothing. Something about the judges." Trump smiled and hugged his daughter.

"Really?" Ivanka looked at her father with a faint smile. "I seem to have heard something about number 16 seems good."

No. 16 had blonde hair, blue eyes, and was tall. She was indeed the type that Trump liked. The reason why he thought No. 16 had potential was probably because of this.

"From the judge's point of view, number 16 does have some potential, doesn't it?" Trump replied seriously, but immediately changed the topic. "By the way, I was planning to invite Eide to the party at home tonight."

"Oh?" Ivanka's gaze finally fell on Adriaan, and she involuntarily raised her head. "Hello, Mr. Adriaan."

"Hello, Ivanka." Adriaan nodded and didn't say anything more. He still maintained a polite but distant and uninterested attitude.

Ivanka involuntarily gritted her teeth. She felt that this man was more and more annoying. He was self-righteous and self-righteous. This kind of playboy who liked to play with women made people angry just by looking at him. Why did Dad get in touch with such a person? She actually also knew that when no one was willing to lend a helping hand, only this man helped her father and let the family get through this difficult time, but …

"By the way, Eide, I remember last time you said that you planned to find material from me to make a reality show. Is that right?" Glancing at Trump's angry face, she spoke again.

"To be exact, I plan to invite you to host it, if you have time." Adriaan smiled and continued to ignore Ivanka's unhappy eyes.

"Of course I have time." Trump said immediately. This was an invitation from Miracle Director. Although he did not have amazing achievements in this area like he did in movies, his shadow was behind all the TV shows that gave ABC a chance to recover.

"I have the preliminary idea, but it will take a while to perfect it. In addition, during this time, various TV stations have endless reality shows, so the audience is a little tired of watching them, so we need to take a break for the time being. We are currently preparing to broadcast it in the millennium." Adriaan said seriously.

"Is that so?" Trump was slightly disappointed, but he quickly adjusted himself. "Then I'll be waiting."

His industry had just been adjusted and had not fully recovered, so even if there was a feeling of eagerness, he would temporarily put it aside. He asked before because his daughter seemed to be not very happy, so he wanted to change the subject.

"Don't worry, Tang, this show will be hosted by you alone. This will be your stage alone. At that time, no matter what special skills you have, just show them." Adriaan laughed and patted him on the shoulder.

"Then I look forward to it even more." Trump also responded with a smile. This was his favorite.

After chatting with Trump for a while, Adriaan left to discuss and chat with others. After a long walk, he stopped in the corner, glanced at the production site, and nodded gently. Very good. Although there were some parts that were not satisfactory, the basic effect was there, and the ratings were not bad. As long as they maintained and improved, the popularity of this show would not be lower than in his previous life.

"Mr. Adriaan." A somewhat cold and displeased crisp voice rang in his ear.